Hundred Theme Challenge, using Doctor Who and Torchwood. Suppose that makes this a cross over of the two genres, but as far as I'm concerned they're in the same Canon. Neither belong to me. Please review! Of course this is going to be Mature, and mostly male on male! Please read and review!

"Hey, John, slow down..." Jack chuckled at the other man's lips on his neck, biting and suckling, the strange long fingers trying to undo his fly. "I don't do it on the first date. I'm a good girl." He winked, pulling the attractive man's wrists away from his groin.

"First date? We're stuck in a loop. It's been days..."

"Then go jack-off, John, I'm not your plaything."

"I'll -Jack- off, alright..." John pulled his wrists away, pinning Jack on his back to the small couch, using one hand to keep him still, the other fumbling with that dratted fly.

"Hey! Hey now, let's not be hasty!" Jack squirmed. He had to admit though, with each inhale of pheromones, John Hart was looking hotter and hotter.

"Oh let's. Please and thank you, 'Captain'." John nipped at Jack's collar bone, finally getting into the pants, palming Jack's length through boxers. "Ohh yes, this is nice..."

Jack could do nothing but moan at the sensations, squirming, managing to fall off the couch, John landing on top of him. "John, stop it... ahn..." He bit his lip, not sure if this was playful forcefulness or rape...

"Aw c'mon, Jack... you know you want it..." John continued to feel the bulge in Jack's boxers for a few moments before seating himself upon the couch. "Jack, kneel." His tone was that of human to a dog, an edge to it that demanded obedience.

Jack blushed as he found himself upon his knees, hot at the idea of being bossed around by this crazy dominant man. "Yessir..." He shivered at the notion of being slave like for John; it was rare for someone to get him in this position, he was so often the 'seme' of any brief relationship... yet here he was, on his knees.

John unbuttoned his pants, not needing to bother with underwear, it wasn't his habit to wear any, getting directly to work of shoving his prick against Jack's lips. "Suck it, lick it... do a good job." He had a sneer on his lips that gave away to a small smile when Jack followed orders.

Jack licked and suckled, savouring the sweetness of precum on his tongue. He was a good cocksucker, he'd had practice. He wasn't used to feeling so vulnerable, so subservient, though. It felt so thrilling, it warranted the light touches to his member through his boxers. He moaned around the meat in his mouth, looking up with wanton eyes.

John was loving every second of this, his smile slight as he contained moans between his teeth, a hand firm in Jack's hair. "So good..." He felt Jack's voice vibrate along his length, and arched his back, shivering. He peered down at the other man, noticing how Jack's right arm was hidden from view, moving slowly. It didn't take a genius to know what Jack was up to, and John Hart simply wasn't going t abide for such a thing going on without his expressed supervision. He pulled his member from Jack's mouth, slapping at his cheek with it before putting it away. "You naughty, naughty thing" John caught Jack's offending wrist, giving the knuckles a tap with his finger. " What do you think you're doing?"

Jack was dumbfounded. "Doing? I'm not even jerking it, John. Just touching. That's allowed, right?" Jack bit his lip, suddenly unsure, and getting a tingle along his spine at the concept of being 'naughty'. He didn't object as John pulled him to a standing position, removing his boxers, having him kick off all garments of below the waist. He didn't say anything, still confused, staring at his disciplined hand, as John pulled him over his lap. It wasn't until the first stinging blow that everything registered, a surprised yelp leaving Jack's throat.

"No, it's not allowed. It's a punishable offense. But, it feels like you like your punishment, don't you Jack." John slipped his non-spanking hand between himself and the other man, playing with his tip. With each moan that John pulled from Jack's lips, his left hand would fall hard on the bare and reddening cheeks. It didn't take long for Jack to be a whimpering, tearful, horny mess. "Going to be a good boy, little Jack?"

Jack felt so damn vulnerable, so humiliated, and had never felt so hot and bothered in his entire life. "Y-yes...fuck me John, Oh God please I need it."

"So much for not on the first date." John chuckled, pushing Jack to leaning over the edge of the couch, his bottom in the air, an absolutely delicious prize. John pried the pink cheeks apart and thrust in mercilessly, the only lubrication being Jack's quickly drying spittle. It was the rough, animalistic, and Jack loved every second of it. When it was finished (too soon, far too soon for Jack's liking) John wiped his hand on the couch, and let his own seed drip down Jack's thighs from his abused hole.

"Oh God.. that was.... that was..." Jack couldn't think of a word to describe how he felt, bent over the couch, hair being pulled, derogatory remarks being whispered into his ear.

"That was just a sampler." John lit a cigar. "Get ready for a night of -real- fun."